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“You make me crazy,” she panted as I licked a path down her neck. When she jerked and moaned, I sucked at the spot, making sure to suck hard enough to leave a mark on her neck. I was feral—fucking needed to see her walking around with my claim marked into her skin.
A knock sounded on the front door, and with a curse, I pulled back from her, reaching down to adjust my dick. Her chest was heaving, and she slowly blinked at me. The knock sounded again. “Harlan, answer the damn door, brother,” Beau called.
I huffed and grasped the side of Lennox’s face, pressing my lips to hers in a hard kiss. “This’ll hold,” I rasped. Then, I made my way to the front door and unlocked it before swinging it open. Beau was standing there with two takeout bags, his foster son standing behind him. Bentley was thirteen and quiet, though Beau assured us he was coming along and making progress with therapy sessions twice a week and private schooling to give him a quieter place to adjust.
God knew how wild public school could get.
“Hey,” I grunted, stepping back to let them in.
“Mikayla’s still working,” Beau told me. “Some dumbass didn’t follow the contract and gym rules about that clip for the treadmills and fell off, giving himself a nasty concussion. He’s trying to sue Mikayla.”
I rolled my eyes. “Hope she sues him for attorney fees and wasting her time.”
Beau nodded and set the food on the counter. “She is.” He nodded once at Lennox. “Hey, girly.”
“Hey.” She smiled at Bentley when he took a seat next to her. “You doing good, kiddo?”
He nodded and pulled his phone out, immediately opening the app for his racing game. Normally when he came to the clubhouse, I’d take the time to play some games with him on my gaming console. It always helped bring him out of his shell a bit. But I didn’t have shit here. Hell, I didn’t even have clothes.
And I wasn’t leaving Lennox’s side to get any of it.
“Thanks for bringing food,” I told Beau. Lennox flushed and quickly got off the bar stool to grab stuff to clean up the mess she’d made. Beau arched a brow at me. I just smirked and focused on pulling the styrofoam containers out of the bags. “If you hadn’t swung by, we were going to be eating eggs and bacon.”
Bentley scrunched his nose up in disgust, making me chuckle. The kid hated eggs. It drove Mikayla a little nuts since she loved them, especially on her breakfast sandwiches.
“How’s school?” I asked Bentley as I passed him one of the containers. A glance told me all of them were the same, which worked for me. Less to figure out.
“It’s school,” he muttered.
I chuckled. “Don’t like it, huh? I fucking hated school, too.”
Beau sighed. “Mikayla doesn’t want us dropping f-bombs in front of him.”
I rolled my eyes. “So we can say damn, shit, and ass, but not fuck?”
Bently quietly laughed. Beau shrugged, looking a bit amused, too. “I don’t make the rules, bro. I just follow them.”
I scoffed. “Pussy whipped.”
Lennox snickered and took a seat back beside Bentley. I slid her one of the containers with a packet of plastic cutlery. “Stop giving him shit, Harlan. He loves Mikayla.”
I smirked at her. “Doll, even if I did love you, you’re not dragging me around by the balls.”
Beau shoved me, but amusement was lingering in his eyes as I laughed. “Fuck you, Harlan.”
“Ooooh,” I taunted, wagging my finger at him. “I’m telling Mikayla.”
Bentley laughed loudly, and I grinned. Beau flipped me off, but he was grinning, and there was a softness in his eyes when he looked at Bentley.
Bentley’s mom had a few more weeks to get her act together, and if she didn’t… Well, I had no doubt in my mind that Beau and Mikayla would be filing for adoption.
And honestly, I hoped it was granted. Bentley deserved to have Mikayla and Beau as his parents.
Six
Harlan
Lennox stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing out from behind her. I was reclined back on her bed, already almost asleep, my arm folded under my head. I was tired as fuck. Today had been a long day, and I was on the verge of crashing. Hard.
“I am so fucking tired,” Lennox groaned, basically speaking my mind. She crawled onto the bed and settled beside me beneath the blankets, her legs brushing mine. I jumped at the prickliness of her legs, not expecting it.
“Christ, woman. You got razor blades or something on your legs?”
She snorted. “This is what happens when a woman hasn’t shaved in a couple of days, Harlan.” She patted my chest patronizingly. I rolled my eyes. “I know you’re not used to it, but not all of us give a fuck about being smooth all the time.”
